Chapter 23
The blackout affected a large area and the entire studio was completely dark. Fortunately, the commercial they shot today had been saved in advance. Otherwise, they would have to reshoot it.
The studio was sealed off, without windows. Ventilation relied on air conditioning, and lighting relied on lights. Now that there was no electricity, they quickly returned to prehistoric times.
The person in charge rushed over and apologetically asked them to leave as soon as possible.
Chen Yueyang and Fei Chang changed their clothes with their phone flashlights, leaving with faces full of makeup.
It was only five o’clock now, and it was terribly bright outside the studio. Fei Chang was pierced by the light, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, reminding himself of what had just happened in the dark.
Jing Jiren urged him: “What are you standing there for, get in the car.”
Fei Chang gave a stunned “En,” obviously deep in thought.
Jing Jiren turned to look at Chen Yueyang, frowning as he asked him, “What did you do earlier?”
Chen Yueyang calmly asked in response, “What could I do? You arrived so soon.”
Jing Jiren chewed and chewed on the sentence “Did you ruin someone”, but then he thought about his salary and decided to pretend that he didn’t know anything.
…
Chen Yueyang’s nanny car was well-equipped with everything, including makeup remover.
The senior and junior brothers sat in their seats, and the two little assistants carefully helped them remove their makeup. Fei Chang cooperated very well, closing his eyes when he was told to close his eyes, and raising his head when he was told to raise his head.
Halfway through removing his makeup, Fei Chang’s cell phone rang. He couldn’t move, so he asked Jing Jiren to pick up the call. Jing Jiren turned on the speakerphone, and the voice of the little girl at the front desk came.
The little girl at the front desk said, “Feifei, I’m sorry, we just received a few express packages, and there were seven or eight for you. We thought they were all fan gifts, so we opened them for you, but we didn’t expect one of them to be your private express delivery.”
Fei Chang happily said, “It’s okay, what was it?”
Jing Jiren disapproved and criticized him, “Fei Chang, the privacy of artists is very important. Online shopping will expose your private information. If you have something you want to buy, ask someone in the company to buy it for you directly. Don’t privately…”
The voice of the young girl at the front desk interrupted Jing Jiren’s nagging, “Let me see… Feifei, what arrived was ‘XX Tier Home Sales My Heart Is Growing Up’ Chen Yueyang’s Solo Concert Beijing Railway Station Infield 5888 yuan VIP ticket.”
Jing Jiren: “???”
Assistants: “???”
Driver: “???”
Chen Yueyang: “…”
Nowadays, physical album sales were plummeting, but Chen Yueyang had won the annual sales crown for two consecutive years, and his concerts were sold out. This year was the fifth anniversary of his debut. At the end of the year, he was preparing to release a brand new album, targeting the “Most Popular Singer of the Year”, so the company decided to start his world tour this year, with the first stop in Beijing.
5888 yuan was the most expensive ticket in the concert, located in the middle of the first three rows closest to the stage.
Fei Chang didn’t think that his secret would be exposed under such an oolong1[Sounds like “own goal” in football.], and was embarrassed. “Senior brother, I, I, I, I, I can explain!”
Chen Yueyang raised his eyebrows to look at him: “I really want to hear your explanation. If you want to see my concert, just get a ticket from the company. What are you trying to do, spending so much money on this?”
“…It’s different.” Fei Chang bit the bullet and said, “Business tickets don’t have infield gifts.”
“If you want a gift, tell my assistant. They will give you as much as you want.”
The tall man began to look away.
Chen Yueyang said, “I don’t like people who lie.”
Fei Chang’s courage was already so small. In front of his senior brother he was so timid you had to use a magnifying glass to find it. He was frightened into speaking the truth, “Actually, actually, I wanted to see if I could get picked for audience live interaction.”
In the past, before the end of every concert, Chen Yueyang would randomly select an audience member from the first three rows as a lucky guest to sing a song with him. There were at least one hundred viewers in the first three rows. This one percent probability was not high.
Fei Chang had liked Chen Yueyang for a long time. He would go to Chen Yueyang’s concerts whenever he had time, but he hadn’t made his debut back then, and he could only afford to buy a 200-yuan ticket for a mountain peak seat. Every time, he would jealously watch some lucky tyrant from the first three rows, getting picked to sing with his idol.
From that time, he planted a simple wish in his heart. He thought, he must make money.
He thought that once he made money, he would buy the most expensive ticket. He would sit right under Chen Yueyang’s nose and listen to him sing.
Now he had smoothly made his debut. Although he was only a variety show newcomer, he at least had a small amount of savings. He didn’t feel distressed at all when he bought the 5888 yuan tyrant ticket.
…But his little schemes ended up being discovered by his senior brother QAQ.
Chen Yueyang thought he was stupid to the point of being cute. “Why is it that your brain doesn’t grow with your height? You are my junior brother, not some little transparent on the side of the road. Even if I picked you, the audience would see you on stage and think it was scripted, which is unfair.”
“…That’s right.” Fei Chang wilted, feeling that he was causing trouble for his senior brother.
“If you want to be on the same stage with me, there is obviously an easier way.”
“Which way?”
Chen Yueyang raised his hand and moved it over Fei Chang’s head. They had a significant height difference. Usually, Chen Yueyang had to crane his neck upward to look at him. Only now could he rub the young man’s soft hair as he wished.
“Fei Chang, will you be a special guest at my first concert?”
- 1[Sounds like “own goal” in football.]